My twin and I invented our own language. Our parents didn’t wish us to become jaded, allowed us our private speech.
At age seventeen, we sat together in the police car. I didn’t say, His body’s buried by the lichen-covered rocks, but, “Ziman hahnt zufu mago nand.”
Instead of nodding, my sister blinked three times.
Mary Baader Kaley
What a beut of a story! Clever, clever …
Nice, Mary – strange and creepy!
Nice, I can hear them so well….
I love this. So much story packed into these few words. Great read.
I believe this. I have twin girls, and I constantly feel left out of their conversations.
Fabulous story. So much told, so little space. Very inventive.
Chilling. Is this why people are uncomfortable around others who are speaking a foreign language?